Adventure

(Late entry, 5 April 2013)


So basically what i had in mind was a little off, and none of them were put into action. I guess it just goes to show that i'm all talk and no guts at all to do whatever i wished to do. I feel guilty having her take me around when she's not feeling very well, but i'm still thankful she went out of her way for me. It's not everyday you get to find someone who'd gladly pick you up from the airport, share stories over light breakfast with you, cab over the place you're staying at and help you with your luggage, spend the day at the amusement park, and end the night with awesome dinner with friends--all despite headache and dizziness and fatigue. Not to mention it was her birthday. I think i wanted to cry then.

I thoroughly enjoyed the day, and while ogling at live fishes and other marine life in the Aquarium (the place i loved to bits), it felt as though i did not want it to end; that i can spend even much longer time with her. Time seemed to stop in that place, indeed. And it was time well-spent; everything was worthwhile.

(Surely, i'd have died of cardiac arrest for all the time my heart banged so hard against my chest, had it not been for the many people swarming the place, and endless number of blank fish eyes all over us.)

I can replay the events that took place during that day, over and over again, inside my head.

Forgetting Your Birth

The first thing I plot when I get my new planner, or at least remember when it's that month of the year already, is MY birthday. It's something I look forward to the most, and I spend it wisely, happily, like it's the last day here on earth.

So, yeah.

What baffles me when I greeted someone during their birthday is the answer, "Oh, it's my birthday tomorrow? Shoot, I forgot; so busy lately. Thanks for reminding me." Or something along that line.

Seriously? Forgetting your birthday? And the tone of her reply seemed like it was just an ordinary day, like a photoshoot, or a cosplay event, or a dinner that you forgot to plot on your planner. Excuse me while I hit the bucket.

Haha, not to be rude or anything, but that's just messed up. It sounds pretty boastful or whacked. For me, at least. I mean, somehow you should know the date of the year it is already, since you're working as an assistant to a boss (who you say is rude, BTW). Aren't you supposed to keep track of what activities for the day would be? And if I may be allowed to say, forgetting your own birthday sounds a little ungrateful. In truth, I shouldn't be greeting you, but your mother. And if truth be told, YOU should be thanking your mom for giving birth to you. For all we know, she has the capability to not to give birth to you, 'specially if she's calloused. It's so easy to kill a helpless you inside her womb, you know? All it takes is a little pill or a pair of forceps and then you're gone in a snap. (Although, sadly, such a thing doesn't exist here, if you know what I mean.)

Bottomline, don't give me that shit oh-I-forgot-it's-my-birthday thing. It makes me sick. Oh, I mean, makes me want to strangle you to death. God, take a look at yourself, woman.